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I walk with my thoughts on a bleak snowy day,

alone midst the white and the skies’ dreary gray.

The trees once adorned, dressed in raiment of green,

stand dismally stark, unclad branches stripped clean.



O' where is the sunshine that draws the sweet sap,

to wake Mother Earth from her long winters nap,

and summon the creatures, those burrowed in deep,

to tempt the untamed from their over long sleep.



The Spring merely waits on a touch of soft rain,

a kiss from the sun ending winters disdain,

for gentle March winds, urging Aprils’ warm showers,

to beckon rebirth and entice the May flowers.



So bowing my head to the cold blustery breeze,

I’ll patiently wait, like the stark sleeping trees,

for the rays of old Sol to put winter at bay,

as I walk with my thoughts on a bleak snowy day.